Lost way
Before we know we lose our way,
On paths far from those which we stray,
Eager to get caught in the fray,
Fronting the words cometh what may,
Foolishly thinking life's a game,
Going about with little shame,
Forced by one's pride to seek acclaim,
So strangers recognise a name,
Why act if there's nothing to gain,
Kindness seems to be done in vain,
Why dream of things you can't obtain,
Often things are how they'll remain,
Without there talk of heaven's gate,
The unjust have a doubtful fate,
But change can never come too late,
Though it's better to act than wait.
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Snowdrops
They're to be seen across the north,
From frozen ground they will sprout forth,
Of nature we see a rebirth,
Seeds of life hid within the earth,
At last winter is to depart,
For the spring months are soon to start,
Flowers that are the most pure white,
Shall always be a pleasing sight,
Undeterred should there still be frost,
Flowers will open at all cost,
The snowdrop's beauty shines the most,
In a month that's a bitter host,
In woods darted about the place,
Bringing smiles to many a face,
For our countryside they do bless,
bringing about scenes that impress.
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Autumn evenings
The crunch from a carpet of leaves,
Haunts steps while canopied by trees,
A refreshing easterly breeze,
Gently wisping up memories,
As chills strive to sink their way in,
Thoughts turn to the warmth that's waiting,
Days where the sun has reign have been,
Now on we see darkness growing,
In those dying moments of day,
We'll pray to in the moment stay,
Breathing nature's scents of decay,
Woolen garments keeps cold at bay,
Regrets not coupled with what's been,
While caught up in what is passing,
Though these days may warm one within,
A fire shall begin beckoning.
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Land of the Angles
Named after the ancient Angles,
Formed by bloody wars and struggles,
Soldiers and knights laid down their lives,
Through all England ever survives,
As the courage of St. George guides,
Blessed are all they that there resides,
Landscapes fine as the English rose,
Great texts of poetry and prose,
Close your eyes and think of England,
Lands that bore many a legend,
Bound by values held in common,
Blood ties that are Anglo-Saxon,
For a deep love of the nation,
And its hard earned reputation,
With pride St. George's cross is seen,
A chorus sings god save the queen.
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Autumnal equinox
It's clear that change is on its way,
For it's seen that light has less sway,
So darkness can't be kept at bay,
And stopped from eroding the day,
Darkness fights so to reign the sky,
Poised against light it draws a tie,
Which simply does not satisfy,
But balance shifts as time goes by,
The change can be felt in the air,
A change that will soon make trees bare,
A change through which it's hard to fare,
As its effects show everywhere,
The day becomes perfectly split,
Half is dark and the other lit,
The clockwork of nature bids it,
It's what mother nature sees fit.
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First snow
Days become increasingly cold,
As the winter gains a stronghold,
With winds cloud cover is revealed,
With hopes a snowfall it will yield,
Excitement grows as it once would,
We recall memories from childhood,
And relive those larkish things we did,
Deep down we are still that same kid,
Snowflakes gently float to the ground,
First there's few then they're all around,
A just formed winter wonderland,
That we experience firsthand,
A coating of snow is gently laid,
And soon beautiful scenes are made,
Through virgin snow eager to tread,
As by our inner-child we're led.
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Halloween, trick or treat.
Come evening we open the door,
And see quaint sights of blood and gore,
We find the streets are strange to walk,
Tales of horror are all the talk,
For one night all love the bizarre,
While the plain leads to a faux pas,
Costume is donned as it gets dark,
As many seize the chance to lark,
There's many frights and smiles to see,
As souls seem inhibition free,
Children en masse take to the street,
Whilst seeking a trick or a treat,
The macabre is put on display,
Pumpkins carved in an artful way,
Sweets are scoffed at a shocking rate,
And children stay up far too late.
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Ode to London
London where parliament convenes,
Home of the pearly kings and queens,
Crowds of people on shopping sprees,
Remember to mind the gap please,
Cockneys bound by ringing Bow bells,
The streets where the Spring Heeled Jack dwells,
Set to the clockwork of Big Ben,
Soon the royal guards change again,
Great treasures such as the crown jewels,
Westminster abbey and st. Paul's,
Road traffic crammed with red buses,
Every other local cusses,
Around the snaking River Thames,
History of the big smoke stems,
Grim streets that have charm regardless,
To the plush Buckingham Palace.
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Chasing sunlight
Ever too soon the sunlight goes,
While up in the sky Virgo shows,
Harsh false light will be all we'll know,
As the march of autumn shan't slow,
Tiring so as to relax,
A perfect picture soon shows cracks,
So few sand grains till blue turns black,
Then an age till the sky's won black,
As the year becomes short of days,
Evenings are lit by a brief haze,
There's but so few days that aren't grey,
We're to enjoy those that we may,
Lush grass and sunshine as a muse,
It's something that's so sad to lose,
For from such beauty one takes cue,
Once gone you know its true value.
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Promises
Years go by no sign of saviour,
And nothing's changed for the better,
We keep up our vile behaviour,
Since with peace we've a vendetta,
Tears turn to wine and angels sing,
In a world that's less depressing,
Crippled by a burning craving,
We've long known there's something missing,
Out of gloom comes a faded dream,
The likes of which hasn't been seen,
One's spirit it vows to redeem,
With promises of the serene,
But we can't reach that sacred place,
As we learn with lies words are laced,
The lesson shan't be received with grace,
As we lose what's too precious to waste.
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